So this weekend the company that I'm going with organised a weekend away in the snow, which was a ton of fun.
I was meant to go with my entire host family, but their grandfather died so they had to go down south to say goodbye etc. And there I was, being whisked away to the mountains.
I had to stay in my house for a couple of hours all alone so I did what any normal person would do, which was eat and watch a movie. Then, a man I didn't know came around and picked me up in his big white van- I kid you not.
I was a little nervous because I'm not the best around social situations and didn't really know anyone, but everything turned out okay. Generally what seems to happen at these sort of things is that no one really knows anyone anyway so everyone's trying to make friends and be super nice. Plus, everyone has just things they want to talk about France and their exchange. Plus, it was nice to be understood and not have to rifle through a dictionary to get your message across.
When I first arrived, there was a disappointing lack of snow, so the seven layers I was wearing seemed a bit much. But it was really pretty. The house we were staying at was pretty damn crappy. It had a dodgy bathroom which showers had no curtains and the kitchen was... retro-themed.
Friday night was alright. One of the supervisor's sons decided it would be an excellent idea to get super pissed and play really REALLY loud music until 1 AM. Oh, joy. I ended up just kind of falling asleep still wearing the majority of my clothes because, damn, it was freezing.
Saturday morning we had to get up at 9 and have cereal. It was seriously either cereal or Nutella- which I pocketed for later (best thing I've ever done). After everyone was fed (there was about thirty of us) we played these fun but strange games with eggs. I filmed some of it, but apparently there's some sort of error and blogspot won't let me upload it. Tant pis.
After an awesome lunch of sausages and veggies, we all headed out to to town. At the time, there was this film festival going on and the theme was something like horror fairy tales, and so there were a ton of people all dressed up with (hopefully) fake blood and severed heads and it was all quite amusing. I got this blazer on sale and it's quite Doctor-like, if I do say so myself. Also, it makes me feel like a businesswoman and businesswomen never procrastinate so therefore everything I do whilst wearing this is something.
Then we had a super long and boring meeting all in French which was just boring. Gah, I'm bored now. Moving on.
Saturday night the French decided that karaoke was a good idea. But before that, each nationality had to put on a show. The Australians (which included me, for simplicity's sake) had all forgotten the words to every Australian song ever so after a few silent minutes we just sang the song about everyone being Australian. I sat with this girl Sarah and this guy Travis for dinner. We accidentally sat at the kiddie table but ended up laughing so much that we had to explain to the French around us that it was okay, nothing was wrong.
But the karaoke was HILARIOUS just because it was obviously meant for the young ones, but the French adults ended up taking it over and just singing weird old French pop songs. Loudly and with dance moves. Again, another night where everyone didn't go to bed until about 1AM.
Next morning, it was snowing but everyone was too exhausted to care. Instead, we played another game where we were all in teams and we were giving vegetables to make them look like something. We decided to make a house, but it ended up being a tepee, a boat, a potato car and a windmill- because the house was made from courgettes, and was therefore GREEN (GEDDIT?). Yeah, we didn't win.
After another super duper lunch, we had a bit of serious moment because a girl's money got stolen, which freaked everyone out a little bit. No one seemed to be the type to steal someone's money.
And then we spent the next 5 or 6 hours getting ready to go. At one point it was just a group of around ten of us just standing in the woods all by ourselves, waiting for a car to come. We kept on expecting a serial killer to jump out of nowhere.
Got back to my house, no problem.
Now, I'm going to make a carrot cake because I'm hungry and I'm craving it.
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